My cultural side wanted to take a ferry to the nearby island of Delos, with its architectural remains of the Temple of Apollo, but my lazy, tourist side won the battle. Hence we spent the next few hours wandering around the island of Mykonos, browsing and shopping for local products.
Mykonos is full of stray cats (similar, but on a smaller scale, to Istanbul). As usual I couldn’t resist any of them and shared my Gyros lunch with a ginger and white tomcat, although I kept my yummy, flaky, crispy Baklava to myself. But cats don’t appear out of nowhere; they have to start off as appealing little kittens. The first one I came across was a friendly little tabby, who was quite happy for me to pick him up and cuddle him. However he was more interested in food and proceeded to try to suckle my clothes and was perfectly happy for me to stay with him. As I’m not a nursing female cat, the best I could offer him was some water, and had to leave him to fend for himself.
The next kitty was a tortoiseshell that was equally friendly and bold with people, but not so brave when it came to an encounter with the island’s tame pelican. His response to this huge bird was to climb a nearby tree and look anxious.
You can’t visit Mykonos without climbing up high to see the old windmills that no longer turn. We duly visited, along with all the other tourists and our cameras, until we’d photographed everything possible and it was time for lunch.